When we leave the church here in Bamako, and walk down the dusty dirt road to a main road where we can catch a taxi, we pass so many interesting places and people. We often stop at this little shop to buy a case of water, that will get us through about a week. If I were a true African woman, that case of water would go right onto my head to be carried. I let John carry it.
Today John also purchased some more minutes for his mission flip phone. While the shop owner helped him, I quietly snapped these colorful photos of this small shop and some of the things you can buy here.
Dry goods, rice and soccer–all a good Malian man needs to survive!
These small neighborhood shops are everywhere. This is where most of the family shopping is done here, in shops like this. Rice is weighed and measured. Bullion is sold by the cube, and these canned goods represent the basic needs of most families.
Below you can see this shopkeeper’s wife and many other interesting parts of life here: a mosaic floor made from broken tiles, low chairs made from strung plastic rope (cool and comfortable), a small coal stove (on the ground by the tree) where the silver tea pots are heated to make tea several times a day, the green and black plastic pot filled with water for washing your hands, or for washing head, hands and feet before ritual praying, a green container for water storage, a re-used bottle of water, flip flops and some fans.
I also noticed this hand pump–maybe it’s kerosene oil or gasoline. You can see the Orange Money sign, that tells us you can buy phone minutes here.
Across the street from this small shop is a laundromat. There are usually 2 or 3 women out here every day doing laundry in these tubs, scrubbing on washboards. I think they do it for hire, but I’m not sure. Maybe they have large families and they just have a lot of laundry to do. Every compound has clothes lines and most buildings have laundry drying up on the roof. I love watching daily life happening around us here.